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body wide and well built. The air was thick with his scent. The musk
he wore, the scent of his body, the peppermint on his breath. He was talking
about a new painting that she had inspired him to do. It was all she could do
to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth.
    His clothes fit him
tightly, outlining his manhood only a few feet from her. She felt like she was
having an out of body experience that she had no control over. She was
physically drawn to Leon in a way that drained her of her mental faculties. She
had her well-rehearsed formalities and professionalism, but everything else was
out the door. What was she supposed to do if he made advances towards her? She
could hardly think clearly, especially being out of her element. This was his
town, his car, and she was his guest. It was like a dream come to life, but she
had no idea how to act within her own dream.
    “I shall take that as a
yes? Magnifique !”
    She blinked and realized
that she must have been daydreaming. What did I miss?! Thinking quickly,
she added on, “What exactly does it entail?” Realizing that she was stuck doing
whatever he had asked her to do or admit to not having been listening to him,
she hoped to at least find out what she was getting herself into beforehand.
    “Oh, you shall see, Cherie .”
    Morning in Paris came quickly and she was not able to get any sleep before the sun rose. Standing in
what could only be called a palace, she looked out a glass window at the sun
rising over the city. She could see that they were just outside of the city
proper, but the view of the Eiffel Tower was still breathtaking. The cool
marble floor under her toes brought her a sense of comfort. She was relishing
in that small constant in life when the door opened behind her.
    A thin man stepped in the
room and held out a black robe and some clothing for her to take. She was
thrilled that she was dressed decently when he barged in without knocking.
Taking the items from him just so that he would leave, she put them on the
guest bed and started to look over them when the man spoke.
    “I will come for you in
a few minutes.”
    She looked at the door
quizzically for a moment when it closed, then opened the robe to reveal its
contents. A black corset, gloves and an exceptionally long pearl necklace was
prepared for her to wear.
    I am sitting for him. She took a deep, long
breath. Not seeing a way out of it, and not all that sure that she wanted to
find a way out, she disrobed and put on the getup Leon had selected. She
understood why he had supplied the robe. She was dressed in little more than
lingerie and would have to walk down the halls to his studio.
    As if he were
clairvoyant, the thin man opened the door just as she tied her robe around her.
He motioned for her to follow him and led her to a room where a friendly woman
let her hair down and straightened it. Securing the long, golden locks back
with black hair clips, she applied makeup and declared Sandra the perfect muse
for Leon.
    Grinning inwardly at all
the positive attention, she was starting to adjust to the strange reality she
found herself in when she was led into Leon’s studio. The ceiling was extremely
high, but it was a much more intimate space than she had imagined. The painting
area was sectioned off into a small section that was currently covered by red
backdrops. A lone Victorian chair sat askew directly opposite an easel, a
bright light illuminating just off its center mass.
    She was drawn to that
spotlight immediately. Walking over to it, she placed her right hand on the
chair and admired the way the fabric looked in the light shining off of the
deep, red wall.
    “Stay just like that.”
    She froze when she heard
Leon’s voice. She had not even heard him come in the room. Has he been in
here the whole time?
    “Take off your robe, Cherie. A figure like yours deserves to become a work of art.”
    She did as he said,
feeling once again like a fly in his web. She had no doubt that